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| {indentII have to say I'm an Introvert. The reason I say this goes along with the prompt a few days ago. Are you a Leader or Follower? As I said in that entry, I am a follower. I explained my reasons why. The same reasons apply for being an Introvert. I created a poll here on WDC that dealt with this very question. This was a few years ago, but it's still in my port. The poll,"Invalid Item"  created in September, 2003, asked a simple question. Which one do you think you are? At this writing, 395 members have taken this poll. 69.9% have said they are Introverts. While 17.2% say they are extroverts. The members who are not sure were 9.6% and the members who didn't know were 3.3% What does this say about us as a society? What does it say about Writing.com.?An introvert is a shy person; a person who is concerned only with his own thoughts and feelings. This person isn't one to help others. Are they afraid of rejection? Maybe. Do they trust others? Probably not. An extrovert on the other hand, is outgoing, gregarious. He is willing to help others. He is more concerned about the environment around him. Here again, what does this say about our society? WDC members? Could there be an introvert here at WDC who is helpful? Yes that is a definite possibility. I may be the proof. I'm a self told introvert who would give my last Gift Point to help a fellow member. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| First of all, it will take more than a day to fix all that is wrong with the world. A day is like a droplet in a huge bucket that is supposed to drench a drought. If I had one day, twenty-four hours, the first thing I would do is get the various populations to sit down, act cordially, and try to repair their problems. Next, I would find money to pay off all the Earth's debts. I'd replenish all the trees, and other vegetation. Wildlife would be plentiful. Clean water would abound. There would be enough food for both human and animal alike. These staples would be available . The human population would be taught what to do to replenish what it took from the Earth. Human children of school age would be educated. Both boys and girls would be taught side by side. Discrimination and prejudice would be eradicated. For everyone, who has the ability to think and reason, they will be given what is basic in some countries. The basic right to make decisions. This is a daunting task. Could it be accomplished by one person.? The immediate answer is no. But if a supreme ruler has that power, then maybe. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| Even though this wonderful group has been in existence since November 18,2012, I didn't discover it and join until Day 72 or thereabouts. I didn't begin writing for the group on Monday, February 18, 2013. This is my eighth blog entry . THe prompts have been interesting, challenging, thought provoking, and funny. I've enjoyed all of the prompts thus far. I look forward to many more prompts in the coming days. The advantages of Blogging Circle of Friends are: Bloggers can read others' viewpoints or experiences regarding that day's prompt. The blogger can comment on what the person said. Another advantage is that bloggers can get vent about a certain prompt. This group serves as a sounding board. If the prompt is regarding a current event, bloggers may have a great deal to say . On the flip side, a disadvantage of BCofF is the same as the first advantage. The blogger can vent, rant, or share an opinion. There may be a prompt that the blogger doesn't want to share their viewpoint or opinion. Another disadvantage is the time constraint. There may be bloggers who find their days become too busy. Consequently, they can't post an entry by midnight.. This doesn't affect me personally, but real life gets in the way. There is one change I could suggest: There was the Valentine Activity. Why not have an activity every time there's a holiday? ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| My favorite season is Summer. The reason I chose this part of the year is because it is warm, I can wear lighter clothes, and I can swim. Other reasons for this choice are:my favorite fruits are in season then. These fruits are plums, cherries, grapes, and strawberries. One of my favorite vegetables in plentiful at this time. I absolutely love corn on the cob. Having barbecues is a great way to eat healthy and enjoy the fresh air. In the last twelve years, our family has been making our annual pilgrimage to Bay City State Park in the late spring/summer. We've been there so much that we know most of the workers there personally. ACE  and WorkInProgress make their annual camping trip there. Two weeks after WorkInProgress gets out of school for summer break is when they go. They spend two weeks camping, biking, walking the trails, and attending the free movies and concerts that are offered on Saturday evenings. There are many activities for the campers to partake in. Our dog, Shadow, even gets into the act by being a contestant in the Pet Parade. She won last year with Waggliest Tail. This year, they will not be camping there. Instead, they will be going to Tawas Point State Park. They want to have a change of scenery. We all volunteer our time out there throughout the year. The summer treats me well. My arthritis doesn't act up as bad. I love sitting in the warm sunshine. I can still walk, but unfortunately, I need a walker for assistance. I also use a wheelchair if I have to travel long distances. Sitting outside, getting to know the neighbors, or possibly catching a glimpse of a deer or other animal on one of the paths at the park, are activities I look forward to. When I use the wheelchair, getting front row seating for the free movies or concerts is always a plus.. Either going to or listening to my favorite MLB team is always a staple in my life. I can't go through a summer without my Detroit Tigers.  There is only one bad thing about having summer as my favorite season. It's only three months and it flies away too fast. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| If marijuana was suddenly legalized, all I would see are problems. I've never dabbled in any type of illicit drugs. I remember going to a party with a guy who showed interest in me at the time. I was in an apartment unfamiliar to me. There were people who I didn't know, and I felt very uncomfortable. Soon, one of the party goers lit a joint and began passing it around. I gagged at the stench of the smell. I remember sitting on the floor and a guy on a couch tried to hand the joint to me. I declined and asked the guy I came with to go back to the school. I know that was detracting from the original prompt, but it will help in explaining my viewpoint about marijuana. If marijuana is legalized, there will be more problems than benefits. Right now, marijuana is only allowed if the smoker has a medical card to prove there is a medical reason for the drug. There has already been arrests of people who told the authorities they were alloed medical marijuana. They either couldn't produce a card or produced a fake card. Legalizing marijuana will open the doors to other crimes. What's going to happen? Are we going to be a country where everything is accepted? I would think in this day and age, people would want a better world to live in and raise their children in. I know I do. There are many other ways to entertain yourself and get a "high". that are less strenous and taxing on the body.Read a book. Or better yet, write one. It will stimulate your mind and keep it active and, hopefully, keep it clean. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| The most pleasant surprise was finding out I was pregnant with my son. The reason it was such a surprise was because I never thought I could have children. Another reaswon it was a surprise was because I just turned forty and thought my time was up. it all started with two tickets that my then fiancee got for a surprise concert at Soaring Eagle Casino in Mt. Pleasant, Michigan. We were making plans for our wedding and we reserved a room for our wedding night. We reserved a room with a jacuzzi for both nights. I was brought to happy tears when I found out about the concert. The performers were Sawyer Brown. We had terrific seats, and this would be one of the last concerts that the group would perform in. One of their members was battling a life threatening disease. They performed for close to three hours. It was worth every penny. The new week brought me to continuing my graduate classes, while my fiancee worked. I was feeling fine for a long while. It wasn't until two weeks before the wedding that life started to unravel. I noticed that that time of the month wasn't happening. At first, I didn't think much of it since I was always late anyway. On a whim, I bought two EPT tests. I decided to do this on July 14, 2000. The first test was inconclusive. I took the second test and hour later and voila, a + sign appeared. I turned white and became hot and dizzy. I sat on the toilet with my mouth ajar. I called ACE into the room and showed him the stick. I didn't know whether to scream, cry, or what.I called my PCP{Primary Care Physician} for a confirmation appointment. The soonest I could get was the Tuesday after the wedding. That was no good since we would be on our honeymoon. I made the appointment for later that month. During the honeymoon, I was very cautious and protective. We had a wonderful, relaxing time in Las Vegas. We didn't win big, but I thought I probably was going to have a winning pouch later in the month. I went to the appointment and had both blood and urine tests done. As I waited in the examining room, I was getting really scared. When the doctor returned, he confirmed my original findings. I was pregnant. I already was under the care of an OB/GYN, so I told the doctor that I'll be seeing her for the pregnancy. He wasn't happy. Knowing my medical history, he suggested that I have an abortion. That angered me. When I returned home, I made the appointment with my OB. When my husband came home, I gave him the news. Afew days later, I went for the Ob appointment. Dr. A. did the tests and scheduled an ultrasound to see how far along I was. I thought I was only three to four weeks. I found out I was seventeen weeks. This was the end of August. I counted back and found out that I had two surprises-the concert and an "after party". This would mean that the baby would be due in late January. Color drained from my face because I had to tell my parents. Labor day weekend we went to visit them on the premise of telling them.We never had the chance because we were talking about other things. I had to write them a letter, and tell them then. A few days later, I received the call I dreaded. It was my mother on the other end. After I said hello, her first words were:"Are you proud that you had sex before marriage?" Needless to say, the call didn't go well. To make a long story short, my son was born healthy, and happy. He's full of spit and vinegar, and tries our patience. We love him beyond words. He was not a mistake. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I've always been a follower. It began when I was a kid. I'm sure everyone had neighborhood or block clubs. We did. Other kid who formed these clubs admitted me under duress. None of the neighborhood kids liked me. I was never allowed to run for "office". I was hardly ever spoken to, except when it came to paying"dues". The times I tried to form my own club never panned out. When I was in high school, I attended an all girls school. Freshman year was really hard. I tried to wipe the slate clean from elementary school amd begin anew. Slowly, I began to make fand was invited to "the back table" in the cafeteria. The girl who invited me introduced me to the rest of the group. The group consisted of girls who were from different grades. I was accepted more by them then before. Soon, old habits began to resurface. I was never invited to weekend parties, outings, and I was delegated as the "purse watcher". When there were group projects in my various classes, I was a member of a group. I wasn't the leader. Someone else would always take the reigns. I began to feel comfortable in the follower role. That is where I stayed for most of the rest of my life. When I was in technical, community college, and then a university, I still was a follower. When I was in my twenties, I landed my first paying job. I was a mail list solicitor. I had to call companies that were on a big computer print out and verify certain information. If the information was incorrect, then I was to update it.I only worked there for three months. The girl who was the receptionist, wasn't working out. I was doing her job as well as my own. They wouldn't hire me because I don't drive. I finally made the big move in '87. There was no leadership role for me. I went back to college to get my B.A., then my M.A. I took several leadership classes, but nothing I learned helped me to step up and be counted. When I joined here at WDC, I joined various groups. I inquired about forming my own group. I thought about where there was a need unfulfilled. That is why I formed Writers with Disabilities. That became stagnate and people who joined were dropping out like flies. Another failure. I thought a revamp was in order, so I did that. I still haven't had the grand reopening. I guess the reason is I'm scared. Everything else failed, so why not this?I don't know how to be a leader. So, where do you want to go? I'll follow anywhere.. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| The hardest decision I ever had to make was moving out on my own. I finally made the big move for me on March 9,1987. I had signed the lease on November 23, 1986, but had already paid for my part of a family Christmas trip to Acapulco. I wasn't going to miss out on that. After the family returned from mthe trip, my maternal grandparents became ill instantaneously. first, my grandfather was admitted for two weeks. After he returned home, my grandmother became ill. After they were both back home was when I finally made the move. My parents were dead set against me moving anywhere. My mother thought it was too far. My father thought I wasn't capable enough to handle day-to-day experiences on my own. What they were really afraid of was the fact that after their three normal children moved out, there wouldn't be a sounding board when their fights and arguments began. Toward the end of that summer, I was talking to my mother on the phone and she blatened aked me if I was ready to come home. She must have been under the mistakened notion that I was at summer camp. When I moved out, I was two weeks shy of my twenty-seventh birthday. I was and still am physically challenged. And this was the first and only time I've moved out of their house into a place of my own. The then landlady even told my mother back in November to stop smothering me. She said I had friends here and if anything major happened, they would be notified. Why I found this to be a hard decision because, for the first time, I stood up for myself and fought for what I wanted. Do I have a good relationship with my parents? It's tenuous, at best. The reason is because I'm an adult and they wanted to keep me the dutiful, respectful child they saw me as.I grew up. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| I thought about this prompt all day today. Initially, I was going to say that there isn't much that makes me laugh. The way my life has panned out, I haven't had much to laugh about. As I thought further, I came up with a few times when I had a good laugh.The first one was when I was about eight. It was Christmas Eve, 1968. We were celebrating with my father's side of the family. We were at my father's older brother's house. We socialized, played with our cousins, and had dinner. After dinner, my uncle had a surprise for all the kids-Santa would be the one passing out the gifts. Naturally, we all were excited. My uncle came down the basement stairs, dressed as Santa. My cousin Mark, who was then ten, spoiled everything by pulling"Santa's" beard revealing my uncle. All the kids were upset. After he went back upstairs to get out of the suit, the parents calmed the kids down. Soon, we heard a very deep Ho Ho HO. I knew this wasn't my uncle. An Elf appeared and sat down by the tree. He told the kids that Santa was on his way. Next thing we saw was Santa with a sack on his back. He sat in the big chair. One by one, the kids lined up to talk to Santa. When my brother, Paul, shook Santa's hand, it was my youngest brother, David, who was still in doubt. Dave was three and Paul was five. My mother took a picture of the meeting. In the picture, Santa is shaking Paul's hand while Dave stands between them with his hands on his hips and a look that is just too cute. Commercials with pets and kids make me laugh. There is one for Capitol One. The guy was asking a very cute little girl if she wants different things. She says yes to everything but more money. The manner which she talks is so clear and cute. I just want to hug her. The E-Trade babies just crack me up. They are too smart for their age. When my son was five months old, I had him in his highchair ready for breakfast. He was drinking a bottle of water, and the next thing I heard was him giggling. When I re-entered the room, I urst out laughing. When he was six months old, he was beginning to crawl. He became stuck in reverse and didn't want to go forward. Shadow to the rescue again. She took it upon herself to teach him how to go forward. She used her nose to push him forward.. After putting her nose on his diaper and pushing, he let out a smelly surprise. She quickly backed away, sneezed twice, and barked incessantly. I was sitting on the couch and began roaring at the site. Today, they're the best of friends. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
| There are several things that make me cry. Cutting a raw onin is one of them. I never knew that cutting the onion under cold water would ease this. When I was a kid, the presence of my father would make me cry. He had and still has a billowing voice. His stature caused absolute unadulterated fear and dread. His way of gaining respect was to whip it out of me with a belt, Another thing that made me cry was what he did one day. My father is a retired patrolman for the city of Detroit, Michigan. One day, when I was around eight, he came home from work with a stick in his hand. For some reason, I idolized this man. I was curious as to what the stick was and why he brought it home. Looking at me straight faced, he said that the stick was a night stick. It was used to keep people in line. He proceeded to tell me that if someone didn't do what they were told, he would beat them with the stick. When I heard this, I ran to my room which was down the hall. I laid on my bed and cried. My mother came to see what was wrong. When I told her about what he said, she walked away. Losing loved ones and family pets make me cry. I had a cousin who was killed b a doctor who gave her medication that she was allergic to. She was only nine and her parents dressed her in her First Holy Communion dress. When I saw her in her casket, I broke down. I was fifeen at the time, and my cousin was nine. Three years later, I was away at school, I called home and found out that one of our dogs passed away. I was torn up for the rest of the week. When I was in my twenties, I lost all four of my grandparents. I wasn't as close to my paternal grandparents, as I wanted to be. I was very close to my maternal grandparents. I wish I was close to my paternal grandparents, but it was my father who cut that tie. I'm a die hard soap fan. I was VERY upset that two of my favorites were cancelled last year. When the final episodes were aired, I cried buckets. These actors provided me an outlet to expels my emotions. When word hit the airwaves that the cancellations were going to happen, the people I thought of wee the crews that made all the magic happen. I also felt for the actors. There were ones who may have recently married, while others had just expanded their families. With the way the economy is, and jobs scarce, how are they going to be able to live or support kids. They were making viewers happy. It was a time of day that people looked forward to. Now it's gone.Although recently, word has circulated that they will return on hulu.com. Movies make me cry. One of my favorites is Meatballs. The interaction between Bill Murray and Chris Makepeace was genuine and it really tugged at my heart. It was just too bad that I never had a mentor like that. Another movie, Beaches . I have a relationship with my best friend like the one on the screen. I'd do anything for her. If she passed away before me, I'd be heartbroken. She takes me the way I am, flaws and all. A third movie that I just saw last night was My Sister's Keeper. A girl is conceived to be genetically compatible to help her sister who had leukemia. I'm a very sensitive person. Making me cry doesn't take much. Even though my life has been far from perfect, I do have feelings. |
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